submariet:

VAN EYCK

(Source: cheekygeekymonkey)

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alexi-cat:

What planet do cats come from?

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cantstop-love:

scvlptures:

depression is when you don’t really care about anything

anxiety is when you care too much about everything

and having both is just like what

Having both is staying in bed because you don’t want to go to school and then panicking because you don’t want to fail. Having both is wanting to go see your friends so you don’t lose them all, then staying home in bed because you don’t want to make the effort. Having both is insanely hard and sucks to deal with.
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youngbloodcaster:

onesilentcall:

sammybitchfacewinchester:

reading-rainbow:

THIS AIN’T A SCENE, IT’S A

GAH

DEH

ARH

REH

WE’RE GOING DOWN DOWN INANULLIARAN

AND SUGAR WE’RE GOING DOWN SWINGIN’

I’LL BE YANUMBAWAH WITHABULLIN

ALLUDIGA CORNFLAKES COCKITENBOOLIT

DANCE DANCE, WEFALLEENAPAH DOO HURRDAH

DANCE DANCE, ANEEZADA LIES YOU LUVDALEEB

This has made me realize 90% of old Fall Ouut Boy songs wouldn’t need to be changed into Simlish for a Sims game.

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rurikids:

Dogma (1999) -  It Can Be Hell Getting Into Heaven

-So for their insolence God decreed that neither Loki nor Bartleby would ever be allowed back into Paradise.

-Were they sent to hell?

-Worse. Wisconsin…

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imsirius:

McGonagall be readin’

Dumbledore be chillin’

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succubot9000:

bellamyyoung:

meanwhile i’m asking the real fuckin questions

the memory modification shit has fucked me up for so fucking long

(Reblogged from falloutvoid)

bramblepatch:

justjasper:

there had to be slytherin students who didn’t go with the rest of the house and fought in the battle for hogwarts

kids who took off their ties so nobody could clock them, who blended in with the forces

kids who kept their ties on and realised it would be a lonely fight

kids who watched as the other houses recognised them, and stood in silent solidarity with them,

kids who hated slytherin house, but knew anyone who stayed was their ally

a group of school children are not a lost cause, are not rotten to the core, even if they’ve been raised on some poisonous shit. it’s a shame they were treated like they were irredeemable by the canon narrative

And then there also had to be the ones who evacuated with the younger students, looking over their shoulders in case of pursuit, wands in hand and hexes on their tongues.

Who counted heads and made sure, with the memory for faces and names that makes for a budding politician, that the youngest students were there - not only their own house, but the preteens in yellow and blue and red, too.

Who saw a third year about to sneak off to join the battle and stunned him and carried him out to safety, lying through their teeth - he fell and hit his head in the rush, someone make sure he’s ok - because tonight of all nights no one is going to buy that that attack was for the boy’s own good.

Who, when confronted with a girl in a red and gold scarf who is four months short of her seventeenth birthday and full of fire and steel, demanding why they’re here, why they’re hiding like cowards, why they aren’t fighting, could look down their nose at the bloodthirsty little fool and inform her that people will die tonight, good brave, loyal, intelligent people, but people will live tonight, too. And some of those people will be the generation of young students smuggled out of the castle, who we have seen get away safe, no thanks to your lust for battle. And some of those will be the veterans who limp away as the dust clears, and they will need succor - can you brew a bone knitting potion with the contents of your school bag over a tea light? Because I can. And the world will continue to turn and no matter how important the battle that is raging, the wizarding world is bigger than one castle and wizarding society is more than one institution.

Because cunning is not cowardice, and ambition is not a sin, and some day someone in this milling crowd of scared children will sit on the Wizengamot and someone will invent a startlingly effective magical treatment for a common illness and someone will create renowned works of art and it will, in part, be because I helped make sure they were safely clear of Hogwarts before the castle started falling down around our ears.

(Reblogged from rayshippouuchiha)

brttny32194:

joyouscatus:

yui-art:

what do u mean this gift is not for me?

my heart is broken

i’m cry

omf it gets even sadder when he drags it away from him

i dont care if that kitten is ripping out your kidney

give him the fucking thing

(Reblogged from instabelle)
  • Sara Cox: Harry was hilarious.
  • Nick Grimshaw: Harry was good, wasn't he?
  • Sara Cox: You kept shouting at him 'You're not on Australian radio!'
  • Nick Grimshaw: Well, he was like talking to me like he never met me! Why are you doing that?
  • Sara Cox: 'Yes it was good...'
  • Nick Grimshaw: He was like 'I'm Harry and I'm in One Direction..' I KNOW! I see you every bloomin' day! Why are you talking to me like you never met me?!
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